[Verse One:]




Creepin· down the back street on Deez


I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these


Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated


By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin· to take mine


ya wanna make noise, make noise


I make a phone call my niggaz comin· like the Gotti boys


bodies bein· found on Greenleaf


with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i·m Dre


so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day


rollin· in my ·4 with 16 switches


And got sounds for the bitches, clockin· all the riches


Got the hollow points for the snitches


So would you just walk on by, cuz I·m too hard to lift


and no this ain·t Aerosmith


It·s the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT


on a ryhmin· spree, a straight G


Hop back as i pop my top ya trip


I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP


yeah, cuz if it don·t stop


I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop


Cause I·m (Rollin in my six-fo·)


with all the niggaz sayïn